Send for the old women to lay out the body. MATRYÓNA (rolls up her sleeves) Is there any water in the copper? But I daresay the samovár is still hot. I'll also go and help a bit. Curtain. ACT III The same hut. Winter. Nine months have passed since Act II. Anísya, plainly dressed, sits before a loom weaving. Nan is on the oven. MÍTRITCH (an old labourer, enters, and slowly takes off his outdoor things) Oh Lord, have mercy! Well, hasn't the master come home yet? ANÍSYA. What? MÍTRITCH. Nikíta isn't back from town, is he? ANÍSYA. No. MÍTRITCH. Must have been on the spree. Oh Lord! ANÍSYA. Have you finished in the stackyard? MÍTRITCH. What d'you think? Got it all as it should be, and covered everything with straw! I don't like doing things by halves! Oh Lord! holy Nicholas! (Picks at the corns on his hands) But it's time he was back. ANÍSYA. What need has he to hurry? He's got money. Merry-making with that girl, I daresay... MÍTRITCH. Why shouldn't one make merry if one has the money? And why did Akoulína go to town? ANÍSYA. You'd better ask her. How do I know what the devil took her there! MÍTRITCH. What! to town? There's all sorts of things to be got in town if one's got the means. Oh Lord!

A Voice In The Crowd Monologue from The Power of Darkness

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